“I just need a breather, that’s all. Maybe ten. No fifteen.” (nex)
Xander stopped and looked over his shoulder. Wow. Nex was really... really out of shape. “We’ve only been jogging for ten minutes,” he snorted. Despite his response, Xander looked around and found an empty bench. He led his boyfriend over and sat him down. “I hope you understand why I keep bugging you to get some exercise.”












